Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

I tidy up the spilled frosted sugar

literally walking on eggshells,I scratch my nails on my palmpatter of your feet stops my panicmy ragged breath rights itselfI tidy up the spilled frosted sugarat times I can't fathomthe way fact occurs along with fictionred welts on my arms tell a tale of decaywhen you rub that salve to soothe itI close my eyes and let you wash over me

Heartfelt, good to read. I like the sure and steady response within the poem to urgent need (that real daily stuff), yes, how it rights itself! Well said. Tender too. Impressively done (don't like that word, too impersonal, like the poem is - very personal in tone and delivery). Thank you.

About Me

For someone who teaches mathematics, poetry comes easy. There are so many aspects about myself that are unknown even to me. Poetry is way to explore myself. Where it will lead me, I don't know. I don't want to know. I thrive on the unknown.